Weird Cultivation, I am surrounded by bad women

The disciples who were watching also felt that Lu Su was worthy of being the nephew of the Third Elder and that his strength had improved a lot.

I don't know if Su Zhenchuan can be able to fight against him.

Lu Su listened to the cheers and looked at Su Chaoxi.

Trying to catch the fear in his eyes.

He was eliminated early and did not see Su Chaoxi's performance in Li Yunze. For some reason, Guo Qiming did not warn him.

But he saw Su Chaoxi chatting with Li Yue and not paying any attention to him at all.

He was very unhappy.

After the competition was over, two more monks came on stage.

One is a Blood Sword cultivator, the other is an Alchemy cultivator, both are in the late crystallization stage.

Even with all the Blood Sword's killing moves, he still lost to the alchemist who took flesh pills to increase his physical strength.

The Dan cultivator is quite strong in close combat, and seems to be at the level of a martial arts cultivator.

There was no hatred between the two men, and they were careful in their attacks. When Blood Sword shouted "surrender", Dan Xiu stopped in time.

The two smiled at each other, which was quite friendly.

But the next battle was a bloody fight that Su Chaoxi actually saw.

Both of them are martial artists, one is a beast-transformation martial artist, and the other is a martial artist with strange limbs.

They are at the same realm, but they seem to have a grudge against each other.

When he heard the two names, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

As expected, during the fight, the martial artist with strange limbs paid the price of losing a hand.

In full view of everyone, he took out the heart of the beast-transformed martial artist.

Blood splattered on the spot.

Before Su Chaoxi saw the deceased being killed, he tried to shout out his defeat and ask for help.

However, his throat was blocked by the strange limbs, so he couldn't make any sound.

According to the rules, the deacon had no way to stop it.

The martial artist with strange limbs whose right hand was torn off looked pale. He looked at the corpse of his enemy and smiled with satisfaction.

It seemed that losing his right hand was nothing compared to killing him.

The deacon sighed and said, "Why bother? It will take a long time for the broken limb to regenerate. During this time, I can improve my cultivation."

"Disciple only wishes for his death." A crazy smile appeared on the pale face of the martial artist with strange limbs.

No one knew what kind of grudge had happened between them, but this was the first time someone had died on this ring.

At about the same time, casualties occurred in the other four arenas.

But according to the rules, deacons, including elders, will not interfere too much.

After all, the current cultivation world is one where the strong prey on the weak. The Qinglan Sect does not need flowers in a greenhouse or sheep to be slaughtered.

They need man-eating beasts.

Looking at the dead martial artist, before Lu Su's eyes showed excitement, he really hoped that when he met Su Chaoxi, Su Chaoxi would also fall on the ring like this.

He bathed in Su Chaoxi's blood.

After cleaning the arena, the deacon called out Ye Qingyue's name.

"I'm going." Ye Qingyue let go of his hand, his tone relaxed.

"Be safe."

"Don't believe in my strength." Ye Qingyue snorted.

"Of course I believe it." Looking at Ye Qingyue's figure.

"I'll be quick and stay with you."

Su Chaoxi heard the name of Ye Qingyue's opponent, but he was not familiar with it.

The Blood Sword Monk next to Lu Su had a gloomy expression.

It turned out to be him who faced Ye Qingyue.

Ye Qingyue walked onto the stage. She was in the early stage of Golden Core cultivation and was a true disciple. She also had a graceful figure and elegant temperament.

Naturally, this aroused cheers from the monks below the stage.

Ye Qingyue covered her mouth and chuckled, then waved gently to everyone.

Many cultivators murmured that they always felt that Ye Qingyue had become much gentler after she considered herself Su Chaoxi's slave girl.

When the Blood Sword Monk walked onto the stage, Ye Qingyue's pretty face showed a playful expression.

I was really sleepy and someone handed me a pillow.

She wanted to teach these rude idiots a lesson.

The Blood Sword Monk looked embarrassed, looking at Ye Qingyue who was eager to try, and seemed ready to admit defeat at any time.

As the fight begins.

Ye Qingyue took the lead, the spine sword in his hand was filled with blood and energy, and he moved swiftly and smashed heavily at the blood sword.

Her attack method was still simple and crude. The huge spine sword hit the blood sword's spine sword like a heavy blunt weapon.

Her attack had nothing to do with gentleness.

It was like a force of ten thousand kilograms, hitting the man, causing blood to surge in his chest and the spine sword in his hand to sink.

The spine sword actually slipped out of his hand on the spot.

He no longer hesitated, it was embarrassing after all.

He quickly raised his hand and prepared to shout: "I give up."

In front of Ye Qingyue, he seemed to have no strength to fight.

There was a hint of ferocity in Ye Qingyue's eyes. She would not let this man give in so easily.

The spine sword did not stop, but instead smashed into the blood sword man as if by inertia.

Upon seeing this, the Blood Sword immediately released its blood energy.

But even so, he was hit so hard that he vomited blood and felt a blockage in his chest.

Ye Qingyue was not going to stop, and it seemed that he was about to chop down with the next sword.

Frightened, Xue Jian ignored the blood in his mouth and begged for mercy: "Senior Sister Ye, spare my life."

"Junior brother, don't dare to speak nonsense again."

Ye Qingyue's attack was blocked by this bone-cultivating elder.

"Ye Qingyue wins."

The Spine Sword hit Blood Sword's ear, shocking him so much that a chill ran down his back.

Listening to the cheers from the audience, Ye Qingyue walked off the stage in a happy mood.

He trotted back to Su Chaoxi.

It seemed to be gentle again.

"Let's go, how about it?" Ye Qingyue naturally hugged Su Chaoxi again.

"Senior sister is so strong." Su Chaoxi gave her a thumbs up.

"Well, of course." She was very pleased with Su Chaoxi's praise.

A group of monks looked at Su Chaoxi with some envy.

Such a Jindan cultivator could obey him in everything.

This is the big charm.

Chapter 138 Saint Killer

After Ye Qingyue finished her match on Arena No. 1, she pulled Su Chaoxi and rushed to Arena No. 5.

He wanted Su Chaoxi to see who his opponents were so that he wouldn't be unprepared.

It was already noon, but the fight continued.

The inner and outer disciples who were watching the competition had no intention of leaving.

As the two men walked across the ring, they could occasionally see injured people and even dead people being carried down.

Although he felt that these evil devils deserved to die, Su Chaoxi still couldn't help but sigh.

Ye Qingyue noticed his thoughts and started joking with him.

"That's Lu, Lu Yi, right? When I stepped off the stage, I glanced at her and she was so scared that her legs almost went limp."

"Just like her brother, they are both strong on the outside but weak on the inside."

"I just wonder what kind of opponent you will encounter, Chaoxi?"

"I hope to encounter weaknesses." Su Chaoxi replied with a smile.

Arriving at the fifth arena, two monks were fighting on the stage.

The two seemed to have some hatred, and the fight was quite bloody.

Both of them were wounded all over.

When Su Chaoxi and Ye Qingyue appeared in front of everyone, many people's eyes returned from the stage to the audience.

In the waiting area for the competition, Su Chaoxi saw another "familiar person."

Blood magician Qi period.

As soon as Qi Qi saw Su Chaoxi, he immediately stopped talking with the monks beside him and hurried over.

"Hello, Su Zhenchuan and Ye Zhenchuan." His tone was friendly, as if he was meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Qi Zhenchuan." Su Chaoxi responded politely.

"The competition is over. I want to pay a visit to Su Zhenchuan to express my gratitude for his selfless sacrifice for others, but I didn't have the chance. It's such a pity." Qi Qi's words made the group of cultivators more convinced that Su Chaoxi saved the Zhenchuans.

"It's my job, so why bother about it?"

"Su Zhen Chuan Gao Yi."

"Come on, fellow disciples, come and meet Su Zhenchuan." Qi Qi hurriedly called out to the fellow disciples behind him.

"I have seen Su Zhen's biography."

Such an attitude made Ye Qingyue very satisfied. She believed that her sweetheart deserved such respect from the disciples of Qinglan Sect.

The deacons on the stage all noticed this movement.

When he saw Su Chaoxi, admiration flashed in his eyes.

"What did Su Zhen send this message about?" Qi Qi asked.

"I'm here. There's a competition." Su Chaoxi replied.

The two monks on the stage ended their fight, and one of them shouted "surrender".

Despite the grudge, the other person did not choose to kill.

There is no point in preventing your opponent from fighting a desperate battle that will only result in losses for both sides.

At this time, another person came over.

The person who came was Zhang Qianqian, the Poison Swordsman with a baby face and graceful figure. She was fighting in the No. 4 ring.

The opponent admitted defeat before he even got on stage.

She saw Su Chaoxi passing by, so she came over to say hello.

As soon as Zhang Qianqian arrived, all the cultivators' eyes were filled with admiration and respect. Compared with Su Chaoxi, this person's realm was indeed much higher.

She is also a favorable candidate for the next Saint.